Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.